I read a beautiful message from Zach Bush, which deeply resonated with me, so I would like to share it here with you.
What in you is waiting to be born?
Long before Christmas became a ritual of lights and gifts, it carried a more primal meaning. It marked the deep turn of the Earth back toward the sun, the slow return of light after the longest night. Across cultures, this time of year whispered the same truth...
Renewal does not begin in brightness but in shadow.
Creation begins in the unseen.
This is the rhythm of life itself.
Every birth—the birth of a season, an idea, or a new self—asks us to step into uncertainty. The seed does not grow in the open air but beneath the soil, in darkness. The stars we see are born of collapse. The tree does not mourn its fallen leaves, nor resist the stillness of winter, because it knows that even in rest, it is becoming.
What in you is asking for that same surrender? What part of you have you buried—not because it is unworthy, but because the world has not yet demanded it of you?
We often hold tight to the stories we know, mistaking them for permanence. But the story of this season is one of letting go—of trusting that life itself is preparing us, even in the quiet, even in the unknown. What you feel stirring within you does not need perfection to emerge; it needs space.
And yet, birth is never without disruption. It stretches us, breaks us open, and asks us to release what we thought we were to become what we are meant to be. The process is not clean. But it is sacred.
On this Christmas Eve, pause. Not to answer, but to ask… What in me have I kept hidden because it feels too small or too big to begin? What must I release to make room for what is waiting? This is not a season of resolution. It is a season of reckoning—a time to honor the shadow as the necessary beginning of light. To see that the questions, the doubts, even the fractures within us are not failures but invitations to grow.
The miracle of Christmas is not just that something was born, but that the cycle of birth and becoming never ends. That even now, life is asking us to participate, to break open, and to carry forward the quiet, unshakable pulse of creation.
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Wishing you a beautiful Christmas!